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By Fr Joseph Panabang SVD

How Blind is Blind

Mr. Daniel Ayamga, who everybody says is blind, insists that I should build him a nice, one-room house. He had been bothering me for quite sometime. However because of lack of funds, it was just impossible. One time, I was reprimanding Ali Jara, my assistant. I was shouting so angrily that I that I frightened a parishioner who was about to enter the house but then began to run away. I suddenly realized that it was indeed none other than Mr. Ayamga, my ‘blind’ friend running away without his stick. He was not so blind after all.

Coins Galore

I collected all the coins from my previous Masses, and brought the money to Ghana Commercial Bank. The manager greeted me with a smile and said, “Good morning, Father! How may I help you?” “I’d like to deposit – P20 million cedis,” I replied. He was stunned. He knew he was going to spend the rest of the day counting the cedis which is equivalent to our five centavo coin.

The Better Girl

Evelyn Fosua, as her punishment for misbehaving in the classroom in Our Lady of Fatima Vocational School, was asked to fill up a long, deep and wide pot hole on the road to the school. Out of pity, I offered the car for help. While she and I were gathering stones, some children passed-by and to my surprise Fosua told them, “Come, Father said we should help him,” which they did. No wonder this young lady is being punished,” I told myself. Before I left I asked her why she was punished. She said because she told her teacher that she speaks English better than her.

Uninvited Guests

One Saturday I officiated a wedding in Wenchi. I didn’t see the altar boys in the reception. I thought the new couple forgot to invite them. The next day, during our monthly meeting, the altar boys bitterly complained that they were not invited at the reception. “That’s okay, we have snack later.” After our meeting, the boys went to the table and in seconds the food was gone. No wonder they weren’t invited at the reception.